Whispering softly to soothe him, Hurel rubbed something hot and rigid against the place where thick, milky-white fluid was melting and dripping out. Blaine’s vision blurred. The honeybee bit his own lips hard—so hard it felt like they might tear—shaking his head to stop any words from escaping. But the moment his reason slipped, the plea burst out through his parted mouth.
“Put it in… hhf, a-ahn…!”
His voice was thin as a thread, but there was no chance a spider like Hurel would miss it. The blunt tip pressed against the trembling, fluttering entrance, widening and rubbing it. Blaine’s jaw wouldn’t close, his eyes flew wide open, and he let out a silent scream.
“Hhkh—ah, hurry and put it—no, hhp—wait, no—”
“That won’t do. If you’re going to live in my home, you need to learn how to beg prettily.”
Hurel traced deep circles around Blaine’s areola with his thumb, and just when Blaine might’ve adjusted to it, he pinched and lifted his nipple with his nail. Each time the tongue flicked over the hardened nub, lightning cracked inside his skull. His insides twisted painfully, the agony mixing with pleasure and tormenting him even more. All of it was too much. He desperately wished something—anything—could make him forget it.
“N-no, no, ahhh—!”
If that hot, thick thing rubbing at his entrance, its tip nudging its way in bit by bit, were to slide all the way inside—maybe he’d feel like he could breathe again. Maybe the torment would ease just a little. The honeybee sobbed, forgetting all shame.
“Come on. Beg nicely. When have I ever treated you badly? I haven’t. Same now. It’s going to feel insanely good. Go on.”
“Uuhh… hhhn…”
He shouldn’t listen—he shouldn’t—but the tempting whisper burrowed into his ears, melted into his brain, and took hold. And then, the hot, blunt pressure that had been teasing his entrance suddenly pulled away, leaving behind sticky strings of fluid. Blaine cried out desperately, thrashing his bound limbs.
“N-no—please—!”
“You talked so confidently earlier about finding wasps and all that. And now look at you. Speak properly.”
“Hhh… p-please, have mercy… please…”
Blaine began bawling like a wronged child. The sight might have softened a heart of stone—if the spider still had any soft spots left. He didn’t. With a scolding air, Hurel slapped Blaine’s dark, lifted backside. Only when the plump flesh reddened did Blaine, eyes unfocused and watery, mumble shakily:
“Uuuh… d-don’t hit… put it in… d-don’t hit…”
“What should I do?”
“J-… hhhn… j-just… put it in… hhk…”
His face flushed as if dyed red, eyes shimmering with tears, his voice shrinking back into his throat. Hearing that tiny, crawling whisper, Hurel had meant to scold him further—but changed his mind. He, too, was nearing his limit.
“Haa… as you want. Nngh—!”
“Ah—aaahh!”
The honeybee’s eyes rolled back as he writhed violently. The bindings dug into his swelling flesh as he thrashed. With teeth clenched, the spider forced himself in all the way with one hard push. Blaine whimpered, choking on pained cries.
“M-my belly… hhk… oww…”
“Damn… you’re squeezing too tight. Relax a little.”
Hurel extended those long, elegant fingers and gently stroked down Blaine’s nape, tracing from hairline to neck. Blaine gasped sharply, then began to loosen—bit by bit. The spider pressed a soft kiss to his stained cheek, then resumed pounding his hips roughly.
“Ah—aaagh! Hhaaagh! Hhhnn!”
“Haa… Bee-Bee. You’re going to be a good honeybee, right? Aren’t you? Promise me.”
“It’s… too rough… hhhk… it h-hurts… aaah—!”
He wanted to hold onto something—anything—but his body was bound solidly, unable to move at all. That only made Blaine cry harder. It felt like he was fixed in place, his ass lifted, forced to take Hurel’s cock. Humiliating. Painful.
“Too hard… let me go… it hurts… hhhnngh, Hani…”
“Bee-Bee, promise me. This time, you won’t take it back.”
“Ahhk… m-my bottom… hff… it’s going to break… uuugh—”
No it won’t. I’ll reshape it perfectly to fit my taste and my cock, Hurel whispered sweetly, as if comforting him. The words were absurd. Blaine shook his head so hard that tears flew off his face.
“Bee-Bee, we’re going home, right? You’ll keep taking me like this, crying so adorably because it feels good, right? Promise me, and I won’t tie you to the bed.”
“Untie me… plee—ahhkh—n-not there…”
Their hips smacked together loudly, wet and obscene, as the spider thrust with brutal force—then suddenly pulled back just a little to rub exactly where he knew the honeybee liked. Blaine shrieked sharply, convulsing like a creature struck by electricity. Drool streamed from his open mouth.
“G-good—there—do it there—keep going—! Right there!”
“You’ll promise, won’t you?”
“I—I promise—promise! Yes—hhngh—yes! I’ll promise so just—h-hiiik—”
The pleasure was too strong to resist. Blaine no longer knew what he was saying—he only babbled out whatever humiliating slave-contract phrases Hurel wanted. I like being fucked, it feels so good, I’ll stay in Hani’s house and keep getting fucked, I love Hani’s cock, I love being pushed there, I’ll suck him every day.
“Mm, good boy. So pretty. Such a good honeybee. I’ll give you lots of rewards when we get home.”
“Hiiik—good—my backside—feels so good—!”
“Bee-Bee, don’t worry. Cutting your wings won’t hurt at all. You’ll have nothing but pleasure for the rest of your life.”
“M-my—wings… n-no… hhf—can’t—”
So stubborn. Hurel grabbed Blaine’s hips and slammed forward with a deep, wet thud. His thrusts quickened, deepened. Blaine threw his head back, trembling, eyes widening in shock as he screamed. His arms flailed uselessly.
“S-stop—my front—ahh! Release—”
“Bee-Bee, you don’t need wings, right? Say it nicely and I’ll release you.”
“No—no—th-the string—untie me—ow—!”
Around the base of Blaine’s painfully engorged cock, threads were neatly wound in several tight layers. Blocked from reaching climax at the very brink, Blaine burst into tears.
“You want to come, don’t you? You’re dying to. Say it.”
“Untie it—please—Hani—please—”
“You must like this a lot. Then stay like that.”
“My wings are never—never! Untie the front—!”
What torture could be worse than this? Blaine sobbed, tears streaming like a waterfall. His cock hurt unbearably. Worse than holding in urine—this pain circled through his body in relentless waves without any release.
“Hani—Hani—Haniii—!”
“Damn it—Bee-Bee…”
Hurel’s brow furrowed hard, as if he might snap from frustration, and he bit down lightly on Blaine’s soft, petal-like lip. Whether intentional or not, the crying honeybee clenched down below, squeezing painfully tight. Because of that pressure on a sensitive spot along his shaft, Hurel shuddered, nipples hardening, his whole body trembling.
“Ha… ha… seriously…?”
What am I, a masturbation toy? Hurel exhaled a long, self-mocking sigh as he looked down at the honeybee—now completely lost, squeezing tight around him and focusing only on stimulating the spider’s cock with his inner walls.
“Bee-Bee, this time you really promised. You said you’d go back with me. You said you liked it too. Right?”
Supporting Blaine’s nape, he pulled him close against his chest, moving his hips expertly to scrape against every place Blaine loved. He caught the honeybee’s warm, rosy lips in a soft kiss. Wracked with overwhelming pleasure, Blaine trembled uncontrollably, mouth falling open to accept Hurel’s tongue. The sharp tip and the tiny, tickling barbs brushed his tender inner mouth, and he moaned deeply, straight from his throat.
“Good… good—ahh—so good—”
“Mm. Yeah. Me too.”
Bodies pressed tight, lips joined without a gap, Blaine surrendered entirely. His mind dulled under the crashing, violent waves of pleasure pouring through him, leaving him able only to give in and let his body be taken.
